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Thursday, April 19, 2007
11:01 PM


People who have nothing to do, resort to tagging anonymously on people's blog for fear of their stupidity tarnishing their rep. Although, I'm not sure these people have good reputations to begin with. (:

Rest assured, I don't care for what opinions you have of me. After all, who are you to me?

Update

You people try too hard, I'm flattered that you would spend time trying to think of "clever" ways to provoke me.

Go on, keep trying.

Btw, go get a dictionary and find the definition of a poser. If I'm not wrong, you'll find the perfert representation of the word aka you



Monday, April 16, 2007
9:12 PM


I've seen the slide show, and I'm quite sure some out of the 20 of us, out of those who have seen it, have shed some tears.

Watching it was a kind of reminiscence, a past, something that you will look back in the future, and smile at, no matter how old you've become.

It makes me wonder, no doubt in fear of the truth, where do we go from here? Is it just a once in a lifetime opportunity, that allowed for friendships to be, as Nicholas has mentioned, discovered? After it is over, is it all forgotten?

We hardly speak of it nowadays, and even if we do, it is not in joyous spirit, but in forced happiness. It is not that we are not happy with the memories of the trip, but we yearn for more, much more than just that. Why? Because we enjoyed it so much, and now it is gone. For how long? Forever?

We are all from different classes, it is hard to maintain the friendships we've shared while we were all confined together. We can't talk about it, because no matter how explicitly you share your experience with those close to you, they can never understand what we had, even though we started out as mere acquaintances.

I hope. I wish. I fear.

What will become of it tomorrow?



Friday, April 13, 2007
8:20 PM


Today is Friday the 13th.


It's supposed to be an unlucky day of sorts. Thankfully, nothing happened, or has yet to happen as of today, that links it to the apparent ominous nature of this day.

However, something did happen yesterday that left some in shock and some in tears :

This is in memory of Oishi/Hershey/Diesel, the emo looking little bunny, that brought much joy to the class of 4h, as well as others who knew and grew it love it in the short period of about 2 weeks when it was born and bought by Nicole. Until now, we still do not know whether it was a male or female, as it was too young to tell.

Oishi loved to eat, a lot. It was really cute, in more ways than one.

If you cupped it in your hands and curled it into a ball, stroke it a little, and it'll fall asleep, allowing you to gaze at it in adoration. If you put it on your lap, it would snuggle up to you and rest its head on your shirt. Oishi was one of those rabbits, who i think, knew exactly how to make a person happy, and enthrall you. (:


Oishi was killed by a cat while frolicking on a front yard.


To the person who is still deeply laden with guilt : It is not your fault that it happened, don't blame yourself and brood over it okay? This is life, shit happens. You didn't mean for it to happen, and you couldn't have prevented it anyways. So, try to get over it yeah?


I know this sound really gay and official, but I thought Oishi deserved it.


On a happier note, today was TK's Games Carnival Finals.

Started at 2.30 and ended at 5 plus.We played netball before and in between official matches, in the rain. :D

Jasmine and I became waitresses by carrying trays of milo to our dedicated H class boys in the soccer field to prep them for their match. Ryan, you pervert. We won through penalty kicks. (:

We - Nicole, Jasmine, Cheryl, Jillene camwhored during the prize presentation "ceremony". Yeah I know the word "camwhore" sounds really wrong, coming from Donna Goh. Too bad, gotta deal w it (: Here are the photos :

Look whose the odd one out? :P

They gang up to stare at me ): ( I know my eyes are closed.)


Singing the school song, supposedly.








Update of SYF, yesterday :

After months and months of staying back on Mondays, Thursday, Saturdays till dusk, it was finally over yesterday.

Arrived at school at 7, adrenaline rush was at an all time high. Actors putting on make up, and changing into their outfits. Props people carrying our precious set down to the rotanda. Everyone was nervous, not many slept well the night before. It was nerve-wrecking. We reached there at like 8.30 and prepared everything. We went in at about 9.50?


You will never know how real it feels until you're standing just outside the side entrance to the stage, the stage manager with his stopwatch, timing the execution of your entrance. You're afraid you'd screw up, afraid that just by making one small wrong move, one small mistake, it might go all wrong, and destroy the whole play. All efforts down the drain. I was damn nervous while helping Bernard with the bump-in. The judges were all staring at us.

I saw the actors rehearse one last time before the actual play, and I was sincerely touched. In the garden,with no set to ecentuate their performance, no music to help build up any emotion to connect with the audience. The last rehearsal, where they all stood in a circle, the one which I had watched tens of times. And yet, I felt like crying for the first time then, when I watched them. Why? Because they proved themselves, the potential as actors, they gave it their all and I felt the emotions.

On stage, it the real deal, and they did it. What with all the stress and pressure and the little screw ups with the music, they really really pulled it off. Apparently, one or two judges shed a tear or two watching our play, as well as our P and VP. That means we have a good chance right? ^^

Congrats Michelle, Lynette, Sophia, Grace, Syaza, Vimal, Cliffton, Miko, Rina, Zakiah, Faris. You all did superbly well, you guys pulled it off. No matter what award we get, I am truly proud to be part of this club, for all the effort you all have put in, that includes the sound people ( Marcus), the lighting people ( Shearen and Liyana), Set Manager (Bernard), Xiaoxuan and Selena, floodlights( Irlada Syafiqah Jannah) and all the props people, including all our Teachers in charge, and especially to Mrs. Crothers, Angie, Joanne and Terence. (:

"Hope for the best, but expect a C.O.P. (certificate of participation)" - Nora Crothers.

Words of wisdom.


After SYF and A Maths Lecture





The Cast.

Michelle asked.


Shearen and I with the Cast.

Michelle Camwhore-ing with my phone.. I wonder if that's why my phone lags now. :/



The girls were drooling over the little boy in this picture while we were at MOS Burger. His name is Joe, and he is a kawaii japanese boy! I think Bernard was jealous cos he wasn't cuter than the little boy. :P

Last Saturday
Fish and Co. receipt. Haha, remember the passionfruit refills?

Outside the Esplanade. It was so pretty.

Star-gazing lovers. They were lying on the ground at the entrance of the Esplanade.

Darling Lynette.



A lot of outdated stuff, I'm sorry.
P.S. I know there are people who read my blog, without tagging. ): Next time TAG okay?
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Richny, Amirul, Kenneth - are you reading this ^^
Love, Donna.



Sunday, April 08, 2007
4:30 PM


This is just some random shit. (:

I just needed to write this out to clear my thoughts. And no, they're not lyrics and I'm not trying to write a song.

It was just one day. Yet, I never knew I could feel such stupidity before, up until now. What was I thinking? I didn't even know you, we were more than perfect strangers.

You were just there, and you seemed to have it all. You were something I would have wished for, if I didn't think that you were already someone else's.

I pushed you out of my mind because of that, but I kept right on watching. I took notice of small details that I shouldn't have. If you hadn't talked to us, I would never have thought about it this way, til now. I would have just carried on with my wishful thinking, and forget in a matter of days.

But now, I'm feeling so much worse inside. I don't know what to do, because of what I do know about you. And it sucks so much, that I'll never know what it's like, just because I won't know you.

I couldn't see the flaws, even though it was pointed out to me. I saw only the good things, and that made me feel worse inside. Also, I knew that there were so many others, who thought the same way I did, about you. Those who were better than me, those who had a chance with you.

I think I'm crazy, I bet you'd think too after reading all that I've written. For the way that I've written, I swear I've become different. I think I'm crazy, for the way I feel right now. Even though we talked for mere minutes, I'm totally smitten.

Is it because I long for one, having been too long gone without it, that I'm becoming something I fear, something I loate, something I hate. Shit, I'm so messed up.

I don't have a chance, I think I never will. I'm not good enough, and we know that's true. We're worlds apart, what do I do? Fuck, I think I should just stop and do a reality check. Maybe that'ill shock me enough, to forget about you.

Don't ask.



Friday, April 06, 2007
10:05 PM


Two updates in one week. Are you suprised or what? :D

Went skating today, with Kenneth, Amirul, Zhi Yi and Lenny.

Stupid ECP was jammed packed with people. The skating rink was super crowded, with beginners, as well as all the Inline Culture pro sliders and slalom-ers either sitting by the rail or doing slides/tricks.

Inline Culture is a company that teaches skating and sell equipments and stuff. Feel so tempted to join cos I wna learn from them pros!

I felt really.. self-conscious, considering my super noob skills. So, I basically watched the pros strut their stuff. It made me want to pursue skating all the more !!! Of course, I couldn't practise in front of them, so I basically sat on my ass and watched for hours.

Then, we got invited by Zac, a sliding champ, to follow the Inline Culture people to escort their
mascot back to the skating rink.

He asked for all our names, so when I said mine, he went like:

Z: What's his name? That guy.

Me: Oh, Amirul.

Z: Ameeruul? Then you?

Me: Donna.

Z: Donna? I thought Donald, anyway, we're going escort our own Donald Duck back.

Me : Why is Inline Culture's mascot a duck?
Z: Good question, I also dunno.

-.-"

Also, I tried to drown out his awful techno music by playing Screamo. :D

I guess the day went pretty okay, except I wished we had more space and less people around, to practise our slides.
Anyways, here are some random photos.

Warning : The following photos are highly contagious in the sense that you will feel a surge of warmth and happiness , as well as the urge to really smile.


" If I stay still and look cute, maybe I'll get food."

"Zzz..." It was sleeping on my lap.

"Do you think she'll notice if I took her egg?"

Sleeping in my hand.
It took a nibble out of my easter egg!

And finally, courtesy of Jillene,


Hershey/Oishi/Diesel : The Easter Bunny that ate a chocolate Easter Egg. BAD BUNNY!


(If you can't see it, it's actually nibbling on an easter egg)

P.S. I am NOT obessed with WF. ^^

Toodles.




Wednesday, April 04, 2007
9:31 PM


Howdy :D

Today was a shitty day, cos there was an A maths test on Application of Differentiation that i screwed up pretty badly( that made WF very pissed and moody for the day, lol), followed by a delayed A maths circular measure test that i couldn't be bothered to finish, FOLLOWED by A Maths tuition.

It's all about A maths, baby. >.<" The only thing that made my day was during English, when Nicole let me play w her little bunny, concurrently named Oishi(nicked by imee, means Delicious in Japanese) and Hershey( as in the chocolate :D).

I prefer Hershey, cos I chose the name ^^



Meet Starbust, Jasmine's rabbit( I was going to say hamster cos it's a runt).



Hershey/Oishi is the cutie in black. Emo rabbit rawr.

It is SO adorable that you just want to hug and kiss it. I think it was kinda grumpy, and it was sleepy. So, when I took it out, it slept on my palm.

Also, when I put it on my lap, and it snuggled against my shirt. AHHH!!! I have a really really soft spot for animals, for those who don't know me.

Then, when you turn it over on its back, it curls up into a ball and sleeps, either with its head lolling off or snuggled between its legs. Lol, when i placed it in the box, it remained in that position and kept twitching its nose and kicking. I think it was having a dream, haha.

I want to be a vet !!!!!!!!! (: ( Hey, I can dream, can't I?)

Also, I realise that I choose really weird times to have fetishes and indulge in stuff I shouldn't be indulging in. Like, it's the O levels, and we're supposed to be concentrating on getting good grades( I know it's bullshit, but hey), but I have obsessions at a time like this. Currently, I'm obsessed with :

1. Skating

2. Baking

3. Reading

1.Started learning freestyle skating at the start of this year. Because of it, I bought a pair of Fr 1 Blue Seba Skates, my precious baby, that cost my dad a sweet $300.



I have to thank Nich, Ken, Michelle and Yexi for getting me hooked onto freestyling, as well as the Choices instructors. Without them, I would still be so naive as to think that skating fast and well makes a pro. Thank goodness for the tricks :D

2.I started having a fetish for baking ever since I watch Jamie Oliver and TV serials that showed people putting out a tray of cookies, or cupcakes( Heroes! ) and beautiful scones just like that, as if it were the easiest thing on Earth. I felt incompetent, so I decided to try my luck. Thus, this led to me searching like mad, for recipes, such as the Magnolia Vanilla Cupcakes, which I brought to school, and Betty Crocker's Brownies, of which I have the recipe in her "Everything Chocolate" book.

3.You know how it sucks having to sit on a long bus ride with nothing to do but watch other people or sleep? Yeah well, it sucked for me anyways. I decided that I wanted to get a book, having read my last book like a month ago, so that I wouldn't have to think of mind games to play with my imaginary friend. In the end, I ended up with 4 books, three of which were lent to me courtesy of Amirul.

My new book by Jodi Picoult - The Pact


I swear I'm a sucker for sad stories.

& by Patrick Suskind - Perfume : The story of a murder.



Amirul's books by Mitch Albom - For One More Day

I found it quite insightful but I guess that's just me, because Amirul thought it boring.

Also Amirul's : Tony Parsons - One for My Baby

Tony Parsons - Man and Wife



Haven't gotten around to reading them yet, but I will in due time. So now, I have many stories to preoccupy myself with. Hurray!

Am I talking a lot of bullshit? Yes I am.

Anyways, now I'm into doughnuts. First cupcakes, then brownies and now doughnuts.

I'm going to learn how to make doughnuts !

It's so ironic though. I used to hate doughnuts, because of a very simple and stupid reason. That it was my nickname when I was younger, still is for some who still call me by it now.

I used to refuse to eat doughnuts, cos I thought it was an irony that I was eating myself. I know, I don't use logic when I think. Anyhoo, I don't care about that anymore. I want to make yummy doughnuts with icing sugar, doughnuts with chocolate sprinkles, and doughnuts with jam in them. :D

Just you wait and see!

P.S. So there, I update my blog.
P.S.S. Can't wait for friday!

Lovelove, donna.




HER

Donna Goh

the loved ones have gone, are you here to stay?

DESIRES

A new bag
Fall Out Boy T
Infinity on High
Roxy/Billabong pencilcase
A candy shop :D

AND I'D SAY..

I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you.

SCREAM


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